Chapter 184:

Chapter 184
The gloomy and low-pitched tones echoed in people's ears, and the same syllables were struck back and forth. Players were pale and forced to dance to the music. Their actions were stiff and jerky, even if they stepped on the partner between panic and tension His toes are unaware.
Unexpectedly, the appearance of this piece of music is like an ominous alarm bell ringing in the ears of players, relentlessly and cruelly piercing their thin and naive delusions, as if the dark and malicious maliciousness fell into the abyss of everyone's heart. Sink in.
Everyone's attention is focused on the man who dances alone in the middle of the dance floor
The pale-looking man in front of his eyes was wearing a red rose like blood in front of his dark suit, his stiff arms were half-curved, embracing the air in his arms, dancing on the slow dance floor on a slow rhythm, black The soles of the soles hit a clear and monotonous sound on the ground. The feet, ankles, knees, wrists, arms, and tight muscles smoothly pull the body's continuous movements, forward, backward, rotation, and feet. The center danced intoxicatedly--
As if immersed in one's own world, if no one moves the pace with the music, it is strange and tense.
The players around them invariably fell into the death-like silence, and in the silence, they followed the gloomy tune mechanically and took steps, as if there were any invisible hand that choked their thoughts and throat, and made the muscles tense, Stiff face.
The music in my ears seems to be soothing, the original gloomy and sad tune seems to be injected with a bit of tenderness, softening the cold edges and rainy coldness between the notes.
Mo Yi noticed the change of the tune, looked over the shoulder of Wen Yan and looked at the solo dancer.
I saw the man's half-curved arms slightly retracted inward, his pale face slightly lowered, as if gazing at the invisible dancer in his arms, and the hollow and dark eyes seemed to be filled with tenderness, as if gazing at his love in this life or It is the most precious treasure in the world. The pace of the music slows down. If the music flows substantially under his feet, the deep emotion seems to be from his own.
The music in my ears seems to gradually become fierce, the repeated tunes seem to be turned up in an instant, and the dull bass is compressed into a choking moan. Yin, the high-pitched treble tightens into a monotonous scream, as if it was lifted Warming the cruel truth of the face, and seeing the pain and sorrow of his real face compressed into every note, the dark and deep despair seemed to be deeply visible as a bone wound, and the thick smelly pus was flowing outward.
The man's pace quickly increased, and the rose on his chest swayed as if driven by the owner's sudden change of movement, swaying in the wind like a burning flame, and the red to dazzling petals were overwhelmingly floating from the fragile flower stem. under--
Staggered in the air, slowly falling to the scarlet ground.
Mo Yi's gaze followed that rose petal, and he stared at it slowly, as if a drop of solidified blood finally merged into the endless pool of blood.
Suddenly, screams seemed to be heard in his ears, penetrating through the vast thick white mist into his mind, as if twitching his slow nerves and senses like a beat—Mo Yi was several seconds late In response, the original scream was real.
The harsh, painful, and screaming sounded as if the sharp blade cut through the air in an instant, and immediately mixed into the instant rush of music, with the gloomy tone gradually rising, as if the danger of approaching step by step made the desperate man retreat to the cliff edge.
Mo Yi turned his head along the voice and found that the dance floor behind him had become a mess.
The thick and thick blood spread on the ground, slowly flowing and spreading, the thick rust smell spread in the air, the pale and stiff face was stained with dazzling blood, and the fingers, which were as pale as the face, fell deeply into it without any hindrance. In the greasy wound, gradually deeper and deeper, a lot of blood poured out along the fingers of the torn texture, and the screams of terror and pain mixed with the grunts of prayer and struggle, gradually under the voice of the music Crazy.
The marble statues mixed in the players clenched their dancers facelessly, completely ignored the opponent's useless struggle, and indifferently used their stone fingers to tear each other's soft human bodies, and the broken internal organs were smooth. Grumbled to the ground with a cracked belly, and was pulled out forcefully as the body struggled in great pain—
The bright red blood splashed on the faces of the nearby panic-stricken players. The salty warm liquid slid down on the marble's delicate cold face and the warm and terrifying face of human beings at the same time. The thick and sickening blood smell was scarlet. The colored hall spread, and the whole hall seemed to be soaked in rich blood.
Mo Yi's face was slightly condensed, and he suddenly shouted, "Don't stop."
His voice is not loud, but it is particularly clear in a chaotic closed space, awakening the surrounding players who were stunned by the unexpected scene in front of them. They woke up as if they were dreaming, and then found themselves coldly Unconsciously, the pace slowed down, seeing that it would soon stop--
And once it stops, it means death.
They continued to dance rashly, and the shock and fear on their faces continued to fade. The sticky blood and visceral fragments under the feet were broken and kicked by the messy steps of the players, but no one dared to stop.
The players attacked by the marble statue gradually weakened their breathing, their eyes staring painfully and gazing into the distance, their crying and screaming gradually quieted down, and finally they were covered by the gloomy and low-pitched music.
The blood seemed to flow from the limbs endlessly, the pale marble statue kneeling beside the broken and broken body, and inserting the hard fingers over and over again into the player's body still warm, as if wringing wet Every trace of moisture in the towel squeezed the blood out of the incomplete body, leaving only the corpse that was pale as a stone statue because of excessive blood loss. It was cold and fell into a pool of blood with no vitality.
The stiff player stepped on the pool of blood and broken limbs, dancing intermittently around the pale limbs stacked on the dance floor, and the sound of music seemed to never stop.
The person who was devastated by the cruel sight and the pressure of terror couldn't help but began to cry in a low voice, and the cry of Gossamer was mixed into the music, as if wrapped in a river flowing in the dark, relentlessly crushing normal Human nerve and reason.
Everyone's face was covered with a pale mask of a mixture of desperate fear and thriller, but like a puppet being manipulated, he couldn't stop his pace, stiffly dancing with dance steps.
Mo Yi turned to look at the man dancing alone.
I saw his half-curved arms slowly encircling, embracing the invisible dancer in his arms as if cherishing, the other hand slowly climbed up along the curve of the air in his arms, and then stopped in the air.
There is a strong smell in the air, and on the ground are the internal organs and limb fragments crushed into pulp by the footsteps of everyone.
His fingers tightened tightly, and the knuckles became horribly pale due to the force, as if to apply fatal force to the figure imagined in his hand, his face seemed to be torn by two extreme emotions, but under his feet The dance steps showed no sign of stopping, still moving on the melancholy notes--
one two three four.
It seemed like a grand show.
He was performing a silent murder.
The rose petals at the feet were crushed, and the bright red flower juice flowed out, slowly mixed with the scarlet blood.
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